Last night we were taking the E train uptown at about 6:30. There was a very little girl sitting down in front of us (as we stood). She was dancing in her seat. I noticed that she was wearing headphones, not all that usual for a girl her age. How old was she? Probably two or three. It isn’t that common to see a toddler wearing headphones.
The woman next to her, presumably her mother, though she looked no older than eighteen or nineteen, was clearly amused by her young companion’s behavior. She caught my eye a few times and smiled proudly.
What is she listening to? I wondered? Raffi? Do young children even listen to Raffi any more? Radio Disney?
“What is she listening to?” I asked the woman.
“The Black Eyed Peas,” she answered.
Of course. The Black Eyed Peas. The world has clearly changed since I was a child, and even since my children were little children.
I’m not really sure how I feel about it, but that little girl was adorable, and she was rocking in her subway seat, not fussing or crying. She was also danced like a little Lourdes (a la Madonna). Short hair up in two high bushy ponytails, bohemian scarf wrapped around her neck multiple times. She looked like a tiny grown up.
And now I am left wondering:
What will she look like when she is a grown up?
What will she listen to?